I’m Still Here… somewhere

Thank you so much for your kind words on Facebook, Twitter and in the comments of my Birth Story posts. Your continued love and support means the world to me! i hope that by telling my story I can inspire someone else to let go and trust her intuition and her body’s ability to birth her baby on her own terms.

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I know that I always say this, but… things have been crazy around here! So crazy that I have been meaning to post an update for months. It seems that every time I sit down to write Luke wakes up from his nap.

Matthew needs a snack and a drink of water before he’ll lay down.

A giant ice damn threatens to destroy our home.

The bathrooms need to be cleaned because Matthew has smeared a ketchup/hummus/peanut butter/almond butter mixture across the entire sink.

The kitchen floor should be swept, unless we want Luke’s first solids to be unidentified pieces of food covered in cat hair.

I get a craving for dark chocolate (Green & Black’s 85% cacao), greek yogurt, Ezekiel bread and a Willamette Valley Pinot Noir, but instead grab a bottle of lemon water, half a chicken breast smeared with a teaspoon of peanut butter and a pear.

PBS repeatedly asks for money between kids shows making Matthew frustrated that “those ladies are on TV” and he wakes Luke from his nap.

Luke breaks out of his swaddle for the fifth time this nap and for split second I consider letting him cry it out, but restrain myself and go up and re-swaddle, nurse and rock him back to sleep.